Cut my soul into far smaller pieces:
so much easier to devour
than the hole. Strangle me with your
spider web as the swan
sings to break a heart. You listen like
the fly on the wall as the
words escape my dead frozen lips. I
was so pretty before the
mask twisted my face and my words.
With one smart slap you
reminded my breath to stay on its
knees and beg for an end.
You murdered my teddy bear and
ripped him to shreds, though
he never meant any harm. My blood
has turned black and who is
to say that murder is not an art? You
proved as much to me. So
sorry that it should come to this, but
really, you brought it upon
yourself.

I liked all the imagery and the creative wordplay in this. Especially:
"so much easier to devour
than the hole. Strangle me with your
spider web as the swan
sings to break a heart."
Very nice writing there. The whole piece really painted this overbearing and controlling relationship. Another good line I remembered is:
"You murdered my teddy bear and
ripped him to shreds, though
he never meant any harm."
Is that about murdered innocence? If so, hats off to that (the poetry of it not the murdered innocence of course :) Well like I said, good job, you use your words well to paint quite the picture. You probably could have gotten even more tastefully violent. Well, keep up the good work.